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Jan 2019
I raise my hand to sky  and see the clouds peeking through and I as try to see the images that are showing to the world so why can I only see the blue on which they preside I am trying so why won't it work am I blind as I bring my hand back down to the light gleams through shining like a ray is that what I need to start having sight and as I go to find that light which guide to what I seek why is that when I finally get there I am unable to obtain what I sought I crash to my knees and writhe in anger that I am trying to fight with sorrow and now that I am crying why must this curses light be so bright
Zack Witzig
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Zack Witzig  26/Canada
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